[Quatral]

  

I'm sorry.

    
I wasn't there, the day it happened. I don't quite think I was old enough to know.
     
I'm not sure I would've gone, had I been.
    
Is it shameful to think that? Perhaps you'll understand.
    
Sometimes when I spy the stars at night... I pretend one is you, peering down on me.
     
You're brighter than the others, and even amidst the clouds your light never goes out.
    
Are you proud, when you look down? ... Am I enough?
    
When I join you someday, I want the answer to be yes.
    
When I go to the cosmos... it has to have been worthwhile.
     
It won't be for nothing.
        
I won't let you be forgotten...
     
.. Father.

[Quatral]

   
There is...
      
A glimmering light at the end of the corridor, so faint it's almost pitch as the night itself.
      
The voice is soft, warm even, it's almost like his voice....
         
I follow the light, yet no matter how close I get, it feels as if I'll never arrive.
      
Only after a while, I feel an arm on my shoulder and the same voice... it's much closer now.
    
Warm, soft, and gentle.
    
It's him.
  

But then I wake up.
    
I lay and wonder a while, if it was worthwhile, following a voice I have never known..
    
To a light which I might never reach?
    
I wonder this and question the worthiness of my cause.
    
But then... the voice, it's with me.
    
It coaxes me on and encourages with each step.
    
I know then...
     
I will find what I am looking for.
    
I will find him.